At the appointed hour,
I waited,
as she had requested,
at her doorstep.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I’m just glad
I left
before he brought
her back home
and she
invited him
in.
At the appointed hour,
I waited,
as she had requested,
at her doorstep.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I’m just glad
I left
before he brought
her back home
and she
invited him
in.
Can I handle the touch?
I think so,
for when you’ve craved something so much
you relish every bite,
every morsel and taste.
You never let lips take flight,
nor waste
the tender newness
and gentle caress
of what you’ve waited so long for,
sans haste.